Lessons In Shyness

Okay, so I keep throwing these little coffee table books of nonsense out; they’re pretty to look at, easy to make and fun to write.

I think they’re the things that keep me interested in seeing my crazy, and the journey out of it, in a nice tactile little final product I can pop on my ‘shrine to myself shelf’ and enjoy the small feeling that I’m still achieving something of value. Even if I’m not. It’s all about tricking our brains after all; because if we think we’re happy, then we probably will be.

So, this little observation, illustrated somewhat like one of the old Top of the Pops albums from when I was actually a child, tells stories of an old monkey, nearing the end of his useful experiences in life, and certainly past the end of his courting rituals, looking back on a few of the lovely animals in his jungle that he let slip through his fingers.

I think I said it best on the back cover:

“Not making your move when you truly believe you should have, can sit on your conscious for years. All those ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’. But what good does that do really? None. Absolutely none.

If you take a look at your life and weigh up all that hindsight you keep digging into, you’ll get a chance to see that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side; even if it was—grass is just grass is just grass after all.

Some smart-ass once said, “If you love somebody, set them free.” Yet, if you really love yourself—and you should—set yourself free, not them.”